Wasted-life-musings - Musings Of A Wasted Life

You’re all fucked and overrated, i think I’m gonna be sick and it’s your fault.

Man created God in his image: intolerant, sexist, homophobic and violent.

George Weinberg (via question-everythinng)

Looming visage noble American colonel. Courageous, renown of history, Colonel Sanders, image forever accompanied odor of sacrificial meat. Eternal flame offering wind savory perfume roasted flesh...Seek midday nourishment. Visit memorial acclaimed war hero Colonel Sanders.” " All object printed: Love me. Look me. Million speaking objects,begging. Crown American consumer with power of king, to rescue choose and give home or abandon here for expire.

Chuck Palahniuk, Pygmy

Women led me on only to throw me aside; they mocked and tortured me when others were around, only to embrace me with passion after everyone had left.  Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead, who knows?  Women may live in order to sleep....No matter how long I went on with my antics they would ask for more, and I would become exhausted responding to their insatiable demands for encores.  They really laugh an amazing amount of the time, I suppose one can say that women stuff themselves with far more pleasure than men.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

I think humans take the disarray of nature, the winding path and make it into straight lines, we take clutter and sort it by descending heights or contingent colors because we fear the chaos of ourselves, nature being chaotic and us being a product of said nature.

I think we obsess over pretty things because we are so very ugly inside, and we hoard items because we are forever left so very empty.  I think we live our lives in fear of everything real, our nature, our demise, that we strive to fill our lives with only the fake, we live our lives in accordance with these fears and these fears all stem from our need for immortality, which comes from a selfish nature to be special.

I think everything in our lives is the fear of death, which is just nothingness, and we fill our lives with constant trivialities of somethingness, and that is the thing we should fear, we work jobs we hate and go through bizarre rituals to impress those around us that we dont really even like because we dont even really like ourselves.

Here’s a realistic song about Junkies, I say realistic because it doesn’t glorify it or belittle said people, it’s written from first hand observation and is well, a damn decent song in general...

Oh yeah, he does music too.